The path of life, our journey, our road to success...all cliches describing a lifetime. I am not a fan of cliches because they are boring and remove excitement from everything. Originality is key.What can be a more original way of describing the points of time we exist in the long history and future of time? The answer remains to be unseen as it is covered up with cliched answers. However, a cliched answer is sometimes all we need to get by.
Life's a journey,
Life's an adventure,
Life's a garden, dig it,
Life's what you make of it,
Life is yours to control...
When do these cliches stop? The answer is they won't. No matter how you describe it, life is life. The actions you take to advance yourself in life and the way you view it and yourself is your personal responsibility. It is YOUR life after all. Control it, savor it, but most of all, enjoy it.
Lack of control, leads to misery. Oh misery, how prominent you are in my life. I appreciate you in every way. Every low point in my life I remind myself how truly miserable I am. My subconscious battles always stomp my ego flatter than paper. It is more crushing than crushed glass, thinner than sand.
I have no ego. I have no confidence. This stone wall built around me is my front. It portrays situational confidence, but getting through the wall is a no go. I do not want to be caught; to be seen for who I truly am. It is a restricted area.
People do not understand my misery because they have their own version of misery. At some point in time, everyone experiences misery. Whether it is extreme misery or no misery, misery has its presence. Just when you think you're happy, misery is on standby waiting to pounce the moment you show weakness. Strength is not strong enough sometimes, but it is possible to be stronger than strength itself. The elite can overcome anything.
How confident people remain confident and calm all the time is a question I seek the answer to and I will find it. The lack of control has led to my ego forming a revolution against my subconscious. This mental battle will take place for years to come. This is a hurdle in my path of life that must be jumped before I self-implode; before I hit what runners call "the wall."
I will believe, I will hope, I WILL control before I lose ALL control and lead to my ultimate demise, making my life a hopeless journey without joyful excitement.
